Thursday, July 5, 2012

Where Is My Red

Where is my red?
I am wounded and I have lost my color
When did life leave me?
Why did red turn to grey?
I found red once
Stray, lost in wintery innocence
I was surprised
And I wanted to hide-
From red, or from myself
I am unsure
Sometimes I see this life-color
And it challenges me to be free
I think I will try
To remember
Where I last saw her
With smiles and love and beauty
A heart full of red
A world full of color

1 comment:

  1. this poem is so intriguing..... red as something a little beyond blood/life-color to something that is fulfilling and beautiful/freeing.

    can't wait to read more